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I don’t believe there is one great thing I was made to do in this world. I believe there is one great God I was made to glorify. And there will be many ways, even a million little ways, I will declare his glory with my life.

Emily P. Freeman, A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live (via yesdarlingido)

skellydun

sunday nights can be hard but just know that everything will turn out alright. this is gonna be your week. you’re gonna own it. you’ll get what you need done and something great is gonna happen. just u see. you got this.

portlandia

Cacao to glasses.

Man in grocery store on phone with his wife: I thought you said two dozen.

Man:

Man: Oh, that makes more sense.

Man: *starts taking twenty four cartons of eggs out of his cart*

rosespell

yesdarlingido

From “I will” to “Yes, darling, I do,” this man has masterfully swept me off my feet.

me every time i'm wearing anything and black skinny jeans:this is a great outfit

https://soundcloud.com/keyylatorres/warden-old-crow-medicine-show-cover

asforneutrality

“Makeshift” - Penny and Sparrow

Trust me. This new album is killer. Forever proud of my boys.

chavacoffee

countedhairs

[read psalm 146]

bjldaily

Beautiful.<3

Eulogy

High along the field wall we carried Over grey stones water toiled Ravens call and I can still hear ye wailin’ under six feet o’ soil wailin’ under six feet o’ soil

You were never a gracious invader All the world would be silent for you What have we now? Your great shining moment! Finally no one to tell you the truth Finally no one to tell you the truth

I’ll be moving’ on I’ll be moving’ on I’ll be going where the rain won’t go I’ll recall the day I just flew away… when my heart and soul from the corners of the tiny room where I lived with you in misery and learn’d about forgiveness in my own slow way

High along the field wall we carried Over grey stones water toiled Ravens call and I can still hear ye wailin’ under six feet o’ soil

Ravens call and I can still hear ye wailin’ under six feet o’ soil